[At the window.] Here’s Aunt Georgiana!
Darbey.
Eh! Look out, Tarver.
[Going out quickly.
Salome.
[Pulling Tarver after her.] Come this way and let us take cuttings in the conservatory.
[They go out.
Sheba.
Mr. Darbey! Mr. Darbey, wait for me—I have decided. Yes.
[She goes out by the door as Georgiana enters excitedly at the window.